Betrayal

It was an ambush,
the plot was a set-up,
the fate tricked us.
The fortune of those,
who had departed before us,
was the catch we fell for.

We were shown a promising tomorrow,
with all the glory and the smiles.
We were made to dream,
to touch the horizon.

But fate it seems,
is not without a sense of irony,
is not without a sense of surprise,
and not without the unexpected.

It was our time.
And it crushed us all.
We stood there spell bound.
Fighting for that last resort.
That tiny drop of satisfaction.

We moved on somehow.
But the irony did not.
It was now time for those,
who we left behind us,
and fate welcomed them as well,
like it greeted those who departed before us.

Is there something specially ominous about us,
why were we the chosen ones,
why did fate betray us,
We , the batch of 2005.